Odds are the moon, sun, stars and glittering celestial bodies don't have feelings, but I wonder if maybe they do get lonely sometimes. I think I would, if I was orbiting through the blackness, spinning past faraway stars, in the same path I'd always traveled. If I were the moon, I would gaze longingly upon the earth where I knew that millions of humans were simultaneously dancing and crying and laughing, and I would want to invite them to dance and cry and laugh on my rocky surface. If I were the fiery sun, I'd crave to sit around a campfire even though that flame would be absolutely microbial to my own burning self. Odds are, the sun and moon don't feel celestial emotions and loneliness. But odds are, they probably cried tears of joy as we sat in awe and wonder as the casted shadow made the leaves shimmer and humans shiver.